queenie
almira
queenie
almira
mix
100
What is favortite movie...
FRIDAY THE 13TH!!!!
100
Whats my favorite food
idek
100
how does this person see in the corner of their room everyday
JASON VOORHEES,,,
100
What do I like to do in my free time?
Annoy my sister
100
does almira stall whenever i ask her something
yes bro stop stalling and fight me in forsaken
200
what does this person do on a daily basis
stare at the wall as if something will magically appear.
200
School subject?
Nothing, home
200
two time is absolutely trash
yes
200
How often do I travel?
Every Summer
200
What months is our birthdays?
Almira - October Queenie - November
300
this person has a weird obbession with characters.
hell yeah
300
My favorite thing to write with?
Mechanical pencil
300
does this person yearn to go home everyday
yeah
300
Favorite book genre?
Fantasy
300
Queenie scares her brother because?
She finds it as a daily activity
400
what their favorite school subject?
nothing.
other than art
400
Do i like to draw
its too hard
400
obvious debates whether jason or two time is better
obviously jason is sm better 
400
What's my favorite fruit?
Strawberries
400
Years?
Almira - 20100 Queenie - 1677
500
does this person write like a medieval personnel or a caveman?!?!?
incoming lore
Constantly in the shadows of souls, Bleb may be explicitly oblivious to dangers that may waver amongst them. Yet a cold, radiance of ice—as if adoring their delicacy, a servant and shield. The mezzanine they step upon, each echoing an icy crack. A loving desire to care, yet a demise of solitude. Isolating themselves from the truth–a ridicule to fret. Striding along the icy terrains, a parasol of their elegance. An eye always bat closed, ensuring welfare–against Bleb’s stares who turn as ice. A sacrosanct being, yet so fragile amongst gentle touch. Shattering like a delicate glass china, for what must be treated with tutelage.
Bleb rests their right arm upon their left, a position perceived as a fragile deity. The rivalry against Reb, a turmoil of pain they conceal. A desire for tranquility, a desire of shatters. A dark affection Bleb does not recall complying within. A shard in their heart, a spark that ignites–their desire for Reb seems sacred. Crumbling beneath the greedy steps of avariciousness.
An inclination for comfort–from one to be unexpected. A spark of desire, gazing upon Reb. Perhaps their affection has developed, an affection Bleb themselves may not elucidate. Pure mayhem blinds them, their isolation unpredictable. A ghoulish demise that may await their awakening. One to abide by their strides, yet one of a morbid affection.
500
What country do I travel to?
Turkey, Might be Germany this year
500
almira has an odd obsession over two time.
500
Where do I usually go with my friends?
Parks
500
Is sleep needed?
no